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A former professional American footballer turned bodybuilder and personal trainer, Miller developed Broga in 2012, launching in London the following year.

“Broga looks at yoga from a male sensibility,” he says. “Men like knowing what trajectory they are on when they set foot in the gym or on a football pitch. So Broga sets you up for what you’re doing and what you’re going to get out of it.”

I head to Local Motion, a new fitness and motion space in south London. Classes at Local Motion are dedicated to teaching “functional and healthy movement”.

The studio is bright and spacious, and, to my surprise, I’m surrounded by equal numbers of men and women.

In Broga, regular yoga moves are taken up a notch or three, and everything you thought you knew about yoga is turned, sometimes literally, on its head.

That includes any English translations of the Sanskrit words for the postures or “asanas”: “wild thing” becomes “rock star” and “child’s pose” becomes “chill-out pose”.

We start with breathing exercises and some stretching, side to side with arms extended overhead, to get our spines warmed up.

A few minutes later we start the main sequence led by our female instructor, Courtney (yes, I was surprised by a female Broga instructor, too).

However, she’s very observant, and makes helpful hands-on adjustments whenever our form fails. (There’s nowhere to hide in this class.)

Each Broga session focuses on one main area of the body and remains there for four classes in a row.

There are legs and hips; back and twists; inversions (such as handstand practice); and, today’s delight, chest and shoulders.

In practice this means endless press-ups, though it’s all the stuff between that’s hardest: we move from a high position with one leg extended and swoop down to “Kiss the mat!” before pushing back up and extending that leg again, in a move known to the Broga community as a “dirty dog”.

The move is also known to my arms as the most painful thing they’ve been through in the name of fitness since I started putting them through painful things in the name of fitness.

“This is your last set of five repetitions,” says Courtney. “Then we have five extra press-ups at the end. Not optional!” she yells.

This may be the first time I’ve been coerced by a yoga teacher, but that’s Broga for you.

As well as being a lot more bossy, it’s a lot more hands-on than regular yoga.

We finish with a paired abdominal exercise and then a “matey” paired stretch routine, in a concluding section of the class called “The Broga Assist” where, according to Miller, a real sense of community is fostered.

Essentially it’s the bit where you get to bond with your bros by ignoring the fact you’re getting their sweat all over your hands and helping them to hold a handstand or deepen a stretch.

I emerge from the class more zonked out than Zen. However, the next day I can definitely feel the Broga-effect – let’s call that pain – inside my chest and shoulder muscles.

Despite the slightly cringeworthy and pointless renaming of traditional yoga postures, I’m a fan of Broga and shall return.

Certified Broga instructors take classes in London, Cheltenham and Solihull as well as farther afield in Athens, Rome and Malta. @brogauk; broga.uk.com; localmotionlondon.com